Elvira
I turned back to see if Alpha Jaxon had followed me but the space was empty, and then I turned back to the figure in front of me as if I didn’t hear them call me clearly.
The figure stood still. Now closer to the figure, I found out it was a hoodie not a cloak, the hood drawn low over their face, hands buried deep inside the hoodie’s front pocket. But something in the way they stood made the hairs on the back of my neck rise. I squinted through the moonlight filtering between the tall trees, the silhouette more familiar than I wanted it to be.
Then, the figure reached up and pushed the hood back just enough for their face to be partially revealed.
My breath caught. Elyra? How?
My mouth went dry, my fingers curling tightly around the edge of my robe. My feet wanted to take a st
